Please give me some feedback. [email protected] My older brother Tommy called me. He was looking for a specific baseball card he was hoping to sell and he could not find it in his collection, so he wanted me to search my stash and see if I had it. I hung up and climbed the stairs to the attic where I kept my sizable collection of cards. I was on a search for an old Ernie Banks rookie card, framed in plastic and in mint condition. I dug around a bit to no avail. As I was giving up the search to go back to my room I saw a box in the back, behind a bunch of my old stuff, but the box did not look like one that contained any of my stuff, so I searched it for the card and to see if any of my old goodies were stashed there. I opened the tape on the box and immediately knew it was not my stuff. It was a bunch of Mom and I guess Dad’s things. I guess when they divorced Dad forgot this box or Mom hid it from him intentionally. Nosy, I poked around. There was a lot of crap from their courtship and early marriage – pictures, wedding invite, etc. There was also a large manila envelope on the bottom, sealed up tight with tape. Of course I opened it. OMFG! It was full of pictures of mom completely naked. There were photos from their entire marriage, I found as I studied the pictures excitedly. Apparently they documented in photos their sex life from day one. There were pics of mom in her early 20’s when she and dad met; there were naked pics of mom on their honeymoon, and tons of nudie shots from their 24 year marriage. There were even shots of mom breast feeding my brother and I as babies. Damn, mom has awesome tits! I was enthralled by my find and even more so by my reaction. As I was 16, I was always horny as all fuck, but I was never really one to daydream about mom too awful much. These pictures changed that forever. I placed everything back in the box as best I could and resealed it to look unopened, but the manila envelope went to my room with me. I raced back down to my room and dumped the entire envelope’s contents onto my bed. An envelope fell out. It was a regular white, letter sized envelope. I busted that sucker open and was shocked beyond belief when it was shots of mom and dad fucking. Apparently my dad used that camera tripod for something other than shots of still life! I should have known that amateur photog dad, who had his own darkroom, would have nudie shots in his collection. When they divorced I was only 11 and not yet seeking out sex stuff, so I guess they thought they were safe. Silly parents! I began laying out pictures all over my bed. My cock was getting hard and well, I had to rub the fucker, right? I stripped and began to rub my cock Küçükyalı escort bayan as it swelled. I could not believe seeing my mom naked would so thrill me, but it damn sure did. The pics of dad fucking mom did not hold so much of an interest for me. I guess my dad in the shots distracted me, but the ones of mom alone sure had the right effect on me. Mom posed in various “cheesecake” poses and the like, but even better were the sex shots. There were pics of mom fingering herself; bent over the kitchen table; pulling her legs apart wide like she was waiting for a fuck; close ups of her fingers pulling on her sizable labia; bunches of mom hefting her big ass titties and smiling at the camera lens, and even a few of her sucking her own nips, and my absolute favorite pic of mom holding BOTH of her fat titties in her mouth at once by biting hard onto her nipples. This pic turned me on so much I began to rub my own nipples, my cock rock hard in my pumping right hand. I began to seriously stroke my cock and I was having a blast. My mother’s nudity and sexual nature was driving me over the top. I got onto my knees, pics arranged for me to view as many as possible and I began to stroke my cock with abandon. I got really turned on by another set of pics too. They were ones taken of my mom clearly in her late thirties and early forties when she and dad split up. I know because it was the one and only time in my mom’s life that she dyed her hair from it’s natural auburn/dark red to blond. She did it about 6 months before she and dad split up, so these pics were taken of a very mature mom. I could not believe the body my mom had. Of course I have seen my mom in a swimsuit lots, but not lately. Like I said, when I was 11 or 12 I was not a jerking off hound dog yet, but now I was for sure. The mature pics of my mom made me nuts. I held one of my favorite pics in my hand until the feeling of cum swelling deep within me forced me to drop it and go back to rubbing my nipples gently. Next thing I knew cum was flying all over the towel I laid out for precisely that purpose. I dumped a massive load. It seemed like the longest cum of my young life too! I collapsed back onto the bed in a sweaty heap. I lay there, my eyes closed, my cock drained, my mind drifting off to incest places. And I guess I fell asleep. I never heard mom come in from work. I had my iPod playing in my ears quietly as I drifted off to sleep, and I guess that contributed to my not hearing anything. I was on my back, uncovered, the photos slid into a huge and disorderly pile beside me. The first I knew I was not alone was my slight detection of a shadow crossing Escort Kartal in front of my double windows. I lazily opened my eyes to see my mother standing there looking at the pictures. She was concentrating on them and did not see me open my eyes. Suddenly I froze as I lay naked on my bed, my mom standing 12 inches from me as she viewed the pictures and her nude and spent son. And the towel covered in cum lay at my feet, so as mom isn’t an idiot she put 2 and 2 together pretty quick. As my eyes adjusted to the light I knew it was over for me, or so I thought. My mom looked from the pictures to me and she caught me looking at her. It was now too late to fake slumber so I was officially busted now. “Well Derrick, I see you have been busy – and very, very nosy too!” Her tone was one more of resignation than anger. “Fuck mom,” was all I said. “Fuck indeed!” she replied. I grabbed my covers and tried to cover myself. “So, enjoy what ya saw Derrick?” she asked matter of factly. I was speechless for the first time in my life. “Jerking off looking at your mom naked huh, son?” I was mortified, but so was she, so I guess we were in the same predicament. I mean I was only 16 and always horny, so I could be in trouble for snooping, but not jerking off, but then again if it had been a Playboy I might have felt I had some cover, but not when clearly I had been stroking looking at my naked mom. “Look pretty good to ya, did I?” she asked. I began to tear up. I was embarrassed and afraid. Would she tell dad and he would kill me? Would she kill me herself? Would I be grounded forever? I looked mom over as she stood there waiting for an answer. What does one say to answer that question? All I could mutter was “Sorry mom.” “Sorry ya git caught, sorry ya snooped, or sorry for jerking off looking at your own mother?” Her tone was not so nice now and it hit me way wrong, I mean given the situation. “No, I’m not sorry in truth. I mean I’m sorry I got caught, but that’s all,” I defiantly stated as I returned her gaze. She glared at me. In the bright light of the low afternoon sun her body was silhouetted against the sky and the bright light of the fading sun. Her form was mesmerizing now that I bothered to notice. She was slightly full figured and she was curvy with big, strong tits. Her skirt was tight, outlining her ass and thick thighs and her blouse tried its best to restrain those awesome tits. I decided fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound, and I threw my cover off my crotch to reveal my new raging hardon. Mom’s eyes bugged. “Jesus Derrik! Where did you get that?” she asked in shock at the size of my cock. Feeling cocky, pardon the pun, Suadiye escort I shot back, “Well clearly not from dad, right? Am I the mailman’s kid or something?” “You are a rude and obnoxious young man,” she answered, clearly not pleased with my remark. “Yeah, well you asked the question so I answered it and looking at dad’s dick, it seems I got this one from somewhere else, right?” She glared at me. “I mean, can’t blame me for asking who else was fucking ya then, right?” “You arrogant little Sonofabitch!” she yelled and leaned in to slap my face. Big mistake for sure. I grabbed her arm just as she slapped me and began to wrestle her away from me. I quickly overpowered her, much to her anger and chagrin. I don’t think she or I ever imagined she’d someday be wrestling her naked and hardon adorned son. “You want this big cock Mom? Is that what you’re bitching about here? Jealous all those years dad fucked you with a small cock? Now ya want this big man sized 8 incher to slam your hole some? Or did someone else fuck you with their big cock and that clown, whoever he is, is my real dad?” Now mom was pissed. “Take your hands off of me!” she screamed. “Too late now Mom! You had your chance to be nice and make this all disappear, but now, not so much.” She began to recoil in fear, and for good reason. I quickly threw her to the bed and jumped on her, straddling her chest and pinning her arms with my knees, my cock bobbing inches from her face. She looked at me bug eyed and fearful. Her fear only more excited me, which shocked me I must confess. I am not, or at least had never in the past, been sexually aggressive to any woman, but suddenly this situation brought out the animal in me. “Get off of me before I call the police!” she seethed. I laughed. “Okay give that a try while I have ya pinned!” I replied. She immediately saw the futility of that hollow threat and a slight smile crossed her face. “Alright, if you’ll calm the fuck down I’ll get off ya,” I said as I let her up. She surprised me by not getting up but instead lay there looking at me. “What has gotten into you Derrick?” “I don’t know” I sobbed through tears beginning to run down my cheeks. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know?’ You tried to rape me, your mother!” she hissed. “No, I did not try to rape you., I merely stopped you from slapping me again. If I wanted to rape you, I would have!” I yelled back at her. “Oh you would? You would forcibly rape your own mother?” “Well, ya can’t fucking rape the willing and if I wanted to fuck you and you weren’t willing, well then that would be rape, right there mom? But I am not raping you, so drop the bullshit!” I seethed at her and she could see I was on the edge. “Perhaps we’d best forget this whole thing,” she said as she rose form the bed. “Oh yeah, that’ll work!” I sarcastically shot back at her. “Well then, what next Derrick? How do we resolve this?” I looked at her clueless, and still tearing up from anger, embarrassment and feeling like my life was over.